At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,And the woman's body in the white coffin showed no black spots or lividity, nor did it have a stench. Instead, there was a faint but pleasant scent of musk, as if she had died only a few days ago and probably hadn't even reached the seventh day since her death.,“Brother Chuanzi, didn't you tell me to smash it Now, what are we going to do”。